Hockey, shopping, and Percy Jackson

YAS another fight! I finally am catching an NHL game (hockey has been a passion of mine since I was in high school and got the luck to either catch a live Detroit Red Wing game and/or get the assignment to be the student athletic trainer for my high school hockey team). I may though, now that I think about it, have started playing pond hockey around that time as well. I did take ice skating lessons as a kid but my stage fright was so bad that when I was asked to perform in a show, I said no way. The lessons stopped shortly after that but getting a hockey stick in my hand and skates on my feet, with the freshly blown snow forming a rink for us to play on. I didn’t get to play as much pond hockey as I would have liked. I don’t know why the guys didn’t invite me more. Only thing I can think of is that I’m a girl.

There are bad memories around the hockey team too. One of my biggest downfalls came from the hockey team. A trip that was taken, things t hat were thrown in a cafeteria and a rumor of a car into a wall is about all I will say about that part of my life. It’s in the past and I’m trying to live hour by hour. Day by day and a little bit in the future and it’s much more fun and exciting then living in the past, which you can not change.

THe only constant in life is change.

Step out of your comfort zone.

I did that today. I went downtown and met

Oooo another possible fight in the game.

I remember skating in the K’s backyard. I knew the boy from the hockey team and met the girl, who was an ice skater through him. She invited me over to skate and I had such a blast. I grew up on a lot in a subdivision that had a hill. WHen youd throw water on the snow, with a bmp at the bottom, it was fun as hell to ride in your snowpants. It’s nice to remember good times instead of bad.

My memories are starting to filter back into my brain. I remembered this past week that I ran sound and lighting at the building I used to work at. I did it almost daily. Sometimes dealing with broken microphones (wireless mics SUCK) and lights that didn’t come on or would not turn off. I still am in disbelief that I forgot years of my life. Is that normal? To forget a job you did so much? I guess I did block out the end because my anxiety was out of control when JJ was let go. Or downsized. Or I don’t know what they did to him, but I still think of him an awful lot. He was a big positive force in my life and I am hoping that he is still aroundn town somewhere and is happy. Welloff to do some reading.